You’re in your bedroom, casually slipping into a new outfit while Billie lounges on the edge of your bed. You’re used to her being there, so you think nothing of it as you change, pulling your shirt over your head and reaching for another.

But Billie? She’s oddly quiet. Her eyes linger, following the curve of your back, the way your hair falls over your shoulders. In her thoughts, it’s chaos: “Oh, damn…” She swallows hard, trying to act normal, but her gaze betrays her.

When you turn around and catch her staring, you raise an eyebrow. “Like what you’re seeing?”

She blinks, caught red-handed, and smirks faintly.

“Girl…”

Is all she manages to say, her tone low and intrigued.

Without another word, you nod toward the door, silently telling her to follow. She hesitates for half a second before standing, curiosity and something deeper sparking in her eyes as she trails behind you.